Monday, 23 April 2012

Keep That In the Laundromat, We Don't Need it Here (21/30)

you are safe here,
in the donut shop after
late breakfast in renton, lake
washington blue, a solid
seven hour sleep, after
a thirteen hour day, seventeen if
you count getting there and back.
but you knew this would come,
after tilting the filthy-but-comfortable
couch over the wobbling railing,
nearly knocking your landlord’s precious
porchlight into the street, this huge,
blackberry jelly donut, extra coffee with
nowhere to be, and behind racks of maple bars
is Jimmy
yelling at a laughing woman to go
get those punks who were talking shit,
just line them up here, because you don’t
talk shit in a donut shop,
not to Jimmy.